Lu Xiu transmigrated with a “Master Artisan Training System.”
The System said: Complete quests for rewards. Fail, and you'll be erased.
Lu Xiu said: Can I just lie flat?
The System said: No.
So Lu Xiu was forced to spend fifty years refining pills and another fifty crafting artifacts, until he became the pinnacle of alchemy and artifact crafting in the mortal realm.
Fifty years later, the System finally went dormant.
Lu Xiu stretched out on a recliner. “For the rest of my life, nobody's getting me back on my feet.”
But the moment he lay down, the last disciple of an ancient master artisan burst out of a seal, crying and begging to become his student.
Lu Xiu: I won't take disciples, refine pills, or do any work.
Di Yan: Master, that yawn you just let out... Were you breathing in and out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?
Lu Xiu: ...I was just tired.
Di Yan, frantically taking notes: Master's humility has reached the pinnacle!
To make matters worse, the nine-pattern, supreme-grade pill he accidentally refined drew the attention of the entire mortal realm, which now wanted either to hunt him down or worship him.
Lounging in his recliner, Lu Xiu looked at the alchemy grandmasters kneeling in a mass outside his courtyard and sighed deeply.
I just want to lie flat. Stop forcing me to casually refine something from the divine realm.
